Random Cracky-chan / Nevada story found at 4-ch.net.
Cranky(sic) drew Nevada close against the dank dimness of their lonely cell.
"Nevada-chan?" she asked.
"Just call me Nevada," the younger girl replied.
Cracky-chan smiled back. "Alright... Nevada. Do you think I'm cute?"
"Yeah," she said, blushing hotly. A feeling she had never felt before built down below.
"Like... cute enough to kiss?"
"As in... cute enough to do other things with?"
"No." Cracky-chan's expression shattered as she devolved into tears.
Nevada-tan reached down with one hand, bringing Cracky-chan's head up to face her
own. "But there's something that could make you that way."
"What, what is it?" Cracky-chan sniffled.
"This." The razor blade slid through her throat quicly and cleanly and a red
torrent gushed from the wound. Cracky-chan's mouth gaped open and closed
several times, like a fish, her eyes wide and uncomprehending, before she
collapsed slowly to the ground. A pool of crimson spread around her corpse.
"'Sup, 4chan," the younger girl mumbled. "Now, let's get down to business."
She pulled off the clingy prison pants but did not let go of the razor..